Breathe — текст песни (Rick Astley)

Paper Towers Of Vogue And Vanity Fair
They Are Still Standing
And The Spaces In The Bathroom Are Incredibly Bare
And It`s Better This Way

And I Don`t Miss The Sunrise On The Colours Of Your Hair
And I Don`t Mind The Mornings No Not Much Any More No Not
Much Any More

And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume`s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air

There Will Be Dust On The Spice Rack In No Time At All
Tell Me, Who`s Around To Notice
And I Won`t Run From The Shower Whenever You Call
And It`s Better This Way

And I Won`t Miss The Starlight And The Clothes You Used To Wear
And I Don`t Mind The Moonlight No Not Much Anymore No Not
Much Anymore

And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume`s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air

And You Know I Can Handle It, I Can Handle It, I`m Getting Out More
And You Know I`m Over It, I`m So Over It, Until I Close The Door

And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume`s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air